Disclaimer: Hello? My pen name is Mystic Sorceress. Surely if Harry Potter
and his gang belonged to me a): I'd write this in the book, and b): my pen
name would be J K Rowling, or something along those lines. Think about it...
A/N: Sorry this took so long. People who know me out there will know that I'm telling the truth; but I thought that I had already put it on. I was getting really pissed that I hadn't had any reviews for chapter 3, so now that it's actually up you all get the pleasure or reviewing. Nice reviews always inspire me to write MORE... I'll let you decide whether that is a good thing. ^_^ Hugs, mystic.
Oh, btw, I've just spent about half an hour trying to stop the text from becoming fucked up, like it is below, but I can't. If anyone out there knows why the text is doing that, then I'd be very grateful for a little help...
Chapter 3
I can't believe how stressed out I was today. The only time that I've ever been like that is when it was coming up to our OWL's, and even then that was a week before they were going to happen, not like now. My NEWT's are six months away, and I'm doing really well in class. I think it was Ron that made me angry, because he was acting concerned for the first time in his life. He touched my hand. TOUCHED MY HAND!!! And I wonder why I'm so upset. He's never done that before, so I don't know whether it was just a friendly gesture, or whether he was actually making a pass at me? To be honest, it really freaked me out. If that is the reason that he touched my hand, because he likes me, really likes me, then, I'm flattered, but, ew-it's disturbing, it really is. He's Ron, for Christ's sake. Ron! And that's not it, is it? To top it off, I fancy... oh, I can't say it...I fancy...Malfoy. There, it's out in the open, phase one of admitting the truth and doing something about it is complete. Now all I have to do is get Ron off my case. * "Parvati, can I have a word? Alone." I nodded towards Dean and then to a corner of the common room. Parvati blinked, and exchanged a look with Dean. "Yeah, sure. I did do my homework, if that's what it's about. Just because you're a prefect, you can't come checking up on me."
"I know, I'm not. It's just-it's just that I," I lowered my voice, "I need some advice, about, a relationship." Parvati looked like a cat that's just got the cream. If I hadn't really needed her help at that moment in time I would have laughed in her face at the sadness of it. She really needs to get a life, if that's all that she and Lavender do all day; talk about boys.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" Parvati asked once we'd got out of earshot. "Well- I," "Spit it out! I'm not going to tell anyone." "Ron fancies-well, at least I think he does-me." I finally managed to say.
"Oh, right." "Well? Is that all that you're going to say?" "What do you want me to say?" "How about: Don't worry Hermione, I'll help you out..." "Why?" "WHY?" I stammered. "It's Ron. Hello?" "Oh, right. Gotcha. So, you don't fancy him back then?" "NO!" I said vehemently. "Oh," light dawned on Parvati's face. Then she grinned. "So you want to get rid of him?" "No duh!" "Are you sure? It might be the chance for you to get some love into your life." "Are you trying to say something?" I asked defensively. "No, nothing at all." "So will you help me or not?" "I still don't see why you can't go out with Ron." "Because I don't fancy him!" "So, ohhhhhh, ooooooh!" She looked at me knowingly. "Spill." She said grinning. "What?" "You can tell me. Who is it?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes you do. Tell me, or you'll be stuck with Ron, and I won't help. Ever."
My cheeks flamed. "Malfoy," I whispered. * "So, you got that?" "Uh-huh. I need to publicly humiliate myself by trying to get Malfoy's attention. In doing that I'll make Ron jealous and he should stop fancying me." Hermione repeated in a dull monotone.
"Exactly!" Parvati exclaimed; in the way that a schoolteacher would over a very slow child who had just learned to add single figure sums together. "Although...you need to be slightly nasty to Ron in the process."
My face fell. "I can't do that! He's one of my best friends." I spluttered.
"Well. How long will that last if you don't push him away? Because I can tell you, Miss Know-it-all Granger, that if you leave it know, soon he'll want to be more than just friends." She shrugged. "But if you've got a better plan, then I guess you'll be ok. You obviously don't need my help." She started to walk away from me. "No! It's ok," I called after her. "But if it goes wrong then it's you that I'll be hexing. And I know some good ones now..." I gritted my teeth, "so you'd-better-watch-out." "Oh, don't worry. It will." She called over her shoulder.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. People who know me out there will know that I'm telling the truth; but I thought that I had already put it on. I was getting really pissed that I hadn't had any reviews for chapter 3, so now that it's actually up you all get the pleasure or reviewing. Nice reviews always inspire me to write MORE... I'll let you decide whether that is a good thing. ^_^ Hugs, mystic.
Oh, btw, I've just spent about half an hour trying to stop the text from becoming fucked up, like it is below, but I can't. If anyone out there knows why the text is doing that, then I'd be very grateful for a little help...
Chapter 3
I can't believe how stressed out I was today. The only time that I've ever been like that is when it was coming up to our OWL's, and even then that was a week before they were going to happen, not like now. My NEWT's are six months away, and I'm doing really well in class. I think it was Ron that made me angry, because he was acting concerned for the first time in his life. He touched my hand. TOUCHED MY HAND!!! And I wonder why I'm so upset. He's never done that before, so I don't know whether it was just a friendly gesture, or whether he was actually making a pass at me? To be honest, it really freaked me out. If that is the reason that he touched my hand, because he likes me, really likes me, then, I'm flattered, but, ew-it's disturbing, it really is. He's Ron, for Christ's sake. Ron! And that's not it, is it? To top it off, I fancy... oh, I can't say it...I fancy...Malfoy. There, it's out in the open, phase one of admitting the truth and doing something about it is complete. Now all I have to do is get Ron off my case. * "Parvati, can I have a word? Alone." I nodded towards Dean and then to a corner of the common room. Parvati blinked, and exchanged a look with Dean. "Yeah, sure. I did do my homework, if that's what it's about. Just because you're a prefect, you can't come checking up on me."
"I know, I'm not. It's just-it's just that I," I lowered my voice, "I need some advice, about, a relationship." Parvati looked like a cat that's just got the cream. If I hadn't really needed her help at that moment in time I would have laughed in her face at the sadness of it. She really needs to get a life, if that's all that she and Lavender do all day; talk about boys.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" Parvati asked once we'd got out of earshot. "Well- I," "Spit it out! I'm not going to tell anyone." "Ron fancies-well, at least I think he does-me." I finally managed to say.
"Oh, right." "Well? Is that all that you're going to say?" "What do you want me to say?" "How about: Don't worry Hermione, I'll help you out..." "Why?" "WHY?" I stammered. "It's Ron. Hello?" "Oh, right. Gotcha. So, you don't fancy him back then?" "NO!" I said vehemently. "Oh," light dawned on Parvati's face. Then she grinned. "So you want to get rid of him?" "No duh!" "Are you sure? It might be the chance for you to get some love into your life." "Are you trying to say something?" I asked defensively. "No, nothing at all." "So will you help me or not?" "I still don't see why you can't go out with Ron." "Because I don't fancy him!" "So, ohhhhhh, ooooooh!" She looked at me knowingly. "Spill." She said grinning. "What?" "You can tell me. Who is it?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes you do. Tell me, or you'll be stuck with Ron, and I won't help. Ever."
My cheeks flamed. "Malfoy," I whispered. * "So, you got that?" "Uh-huh. I need to publicly humiliate myself by trying to get Malfoy's attention. In doing that I'll make Ron jealous and he should stop fancying me." Hermione repeated in a dull monotone.
"Exactly!" Parvati exclaimed; in the way that a schoolteacher would over a very slow child who had just learned to add single figure sums together. "Although...you need to be slightly nasty to Ron in the process."
My face fell. "I can't do that! He's one of my best friends." I spluttered.
"Well. How long will that last if you don't push him away? Because I can tell you, Miss Know-it-all Granger, that if you leave it know, soon he'll want to be more than just friends." She shrugged. "But if you've got a better plan, then I guess you'll be ok. You obviously don't need my help." She started to walk away from me. "No! It's ok," I called after her. "But if it goes wrong then it's you that I'll be hexing. And I know some good ones now..." I gritted my teeth, "so you'd-better-watch-out." "Oh, don't worry. It will." She called over her shoulder.